This weekend was quite miserable: the anniversary of the 9-11 tragedy. I spent most of Saturday reading George Bernard Shaw's critique of Neo-Darwinism, in the preface to a cycle of plays titled "Back To Methuselah", which he also authored. By the end of the day I found myself at Riverside Church, at a memorial event mourning and honoring not only the victims of 9-11, but all those who have fallen in war. I cried, prayed, wishing that George Bernard Shaw was still alive -- perhaps he would have an answer to the question of why human beings continue to kill, slaughter each other.

I still don't know what to do. Even now, I've done little else besides trying to keep busy and hold at bay the terrible fear inside me. Fear and loneliness. The whole ordeal boggles my mind and bogs me down. And then once in a while those "John and Yoko" ads appear in the NY Times: Imagine Peace -- together.


Best,


JA